23 December 2012
In a dark, dark wood Sat an old, old man Wizened and gnarled like the trees His craggy old face peering out from under his voluminous hood
He sat for a long time Waiting, waiting,waiting... Waiting for the first snowflake To gently touch and caress his cheek, it's softness so sweet and sublime
The first real sign of winter's here Now he can go and spread the word For he's really a great great wizard A weather wizard of the whole wide world
He has to take a message To his old friend of many a long year Jack Frost his given name Of him you may have heard
This year is extra special Snow and ice wait in the wings And Jack he has a mission Painting the world with icy fronds
As he blows with sparkling breath, a carpet slowly grows creeping ever forward A palette of winter white
A Dark Dark Wood • Opuss № I